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Today's brain leakage
Jul. 12th, 2009 08:08 amHey, you know what you guys probably never think about? The fact that your wrist moves pretty much constantly when you're not asleep. Yeah. I hadn't ever had reason to think about that either, until just the last few days. This tattoo scab is going to drive me up the fucking wall. IJS.
Been reading, and black/grey tatts heal faster, but high motion areas heal slower. And somehow I'm guessing motion trumps color. Ashjgkhasjgk. Nobody ever tells you about the nasty, scabby healing phase when you get a tattoo until it's too late. I'd do it again. But ijs.
OH! LAST NIGHT I DREAMED THAT THOMAS GIBSON WAS TEACHING ME HOW TO GOLF! HEEEEEEEE. It was brilliant. And when he sank his first ball, he had the biggest grin on his face. I wanted to tackle him to the grass and make out. Or more. IJS.
*grin* That must be my internet acronym of the day. (ijs.)
Okay, I'll stop.
I sucked, btw. At GOLF, you pervs.
Had a really yummeh dinner last night. Found Kroger brand marinades on sale for $1 each (!!!), and it was awesome. Whacked the crap out of a chicken breast with a frying pan (Husband: Don't we have a meat tenderizer? Me: No. Husband: Are you sure? Me: Yes. Husband: You should probably get one. Me: I bet this is more fun.), marinaded it, then made it with steamed brussel sprouts, asparagus, and carrots. Mmm.
I'm in a fairly good mood today. Let's just hope K doesn't call down and harsh my buzz all day, like she did yesterday. I am this close (my fingers are very close together, you see) to telling her off.
Been reading, and black/grey tatts heal faster, but high motion areas heal slower. And somehow I'm guessing motion trumps color. Ashjgkhasjgk. Nobody ever tells you about the nasty, scabby healing phase when you get a tattoo until it's too late. I'd do it again. But ijs.
OH! LAST NIGHT I DREAMED THAT THOMAS GIBSON WAS TEACHING ME HOW TO GOLF! HEEEEEEEE. It was brilliant. And when he sank his first ball, he had the biggest grin on his face. I wanted to tackle him to the grass and make out. Or more. IJS.
*grin* That must be my internet acronym of the day. (ijs.)
Okay, I'll stop.
I sucked, btw. At GOLF, you pervs.
Had a really yummeh dinner last night. Found Kroger brand marinades on sale for $1 each (!!!), and it was awesome. Whacked the crap out of a chicken breast with a frying pan (Husband: Don't we have a meat tenderizer? Me: No. Husband: Are you sure? Me: Yes. Husband: You should probably get one. Me: I bet this is more fun.), marinaded it, then made it with steamed brussel sprouts, asparagus, and carrots. Mmm.
I'm in a fairly good mood today. Let's just hope K doesn't call down and harsh my buzz all day, like she did yesterday. I am this close (my fingers are very close together, you see) to telling her off.
